Shisui Apothecary Diaries Romane & Geschichten

"How do you know what you're testing for?" "Shane actually has lent me a number of scrolls and tomes that belong to some of the greatest apothecaries in magical history. And Mysti-pedia has its own version of WebMd, which I've become very --" The medic stopped and looked at Shamira, trying not to grimace. "-- very familiar with in the last week." "That's me. Always the problem child," Shamira said, trying to find some humor however grim in her situation. "How long until the tests are done?"

I never thought of looking round the house, except for the places I frequented. He opens the oak door and leads me inside. The space is exactly what I envisaged it to be like. DA polished oak table and chair, like the one in his company office ,stands in the middle. There’s a black couch on one side, and on the other side, a floor to ceiling shelf stands proudly. I immediately let go of his hand and walk over the shelf. “ Wow, I didn’t know you read anything other than business books.” There were so many western literature on his shelf. Some of them were books I could only dream of acquiring. “ Who knew there was a treasure hidden here? Wait…is that a first edition Jane Eyre?”

Aubrianne Ivanov Aubrianne looked away from the piece of paper in her hand and finally glanced at the box's contents. In there was an almost clear emerald necklace and a small suede package. She touched the necklace, which glowed in her hands as it made contact with the rightful heir. Aubrianne's eyes lit up in awe and wonder. Aubrianne gently placed the necklace down, opened the small black suede case, and saw five small vials of a greenish liquid and the diary her mom mentioned.

Then, he began. He retrieved a small bowl of heated saké, the faint, sweet scent of rice wine filling the air and making my mouth water in anticipation. He began to massage it slowly into my skin, starting at the base of my head, my neck, my shoulders, down to each arm slowly letting the warmth of the alcohol seep in, and the tenderness of his touch excite my skin and nerve endings until they sang. His hands were firm yet gentle, and god damnit his thumbs pressed just right into knots I didn't even know were there. I couldn’t help the low moan that rumbled deep in my throat.

Sherry asked, "Then… Could the Apothecary Stomach Pill and the Apothecary Restoration Pill be Kobayashi Pharma’s doing?” “That’s also impossible.” Kathleen waved her hand. “Kobayashi Pharma used to have a popular product called the Kobayashi Stomach Pill. It has the same positioning as the Apothecary Stomach Pill, but its product strength is more than one grade different. If Kobayashi Pharma has this ability, why is it in Apothecary Pharmaceutical’s hands instead? So long as Apothecary Stomach Pill remains on the market, its effectiveness will ensure that not a single pack of the Kobayashi Stomach Pill will be sold.”

------------------ Zhu Manor - Zhu Wushang bedroom ------------------ In the bedroom with practical and straightforward furniture and decoration and the bookshelves full with a lot of books from practical knowledge like Medicine and Arts of Healing, Herb encyclopedia, Animal and Spirits Beast encyclopedia, Smithing, Cooking to the Arts of War. It's like the room of a respectable scholar, but this room owner is just a 12 years old boy that lies unconscious on his bed while the Old doctor in white robe checks the boy's pulse at his bedside.

To prevent the tea from going cold when Dawn returned home, Aqua used the flask to contain the green tea she had brewed. Dawn saw the familiar sushi takeout box and smirked. It was from Ishi-san’s store again. The sushi chef had gotten used to Aqua’s voice and became more generous in his deliveries. Tonight’s freebie was an extra packet of soy sauce and two packets of instant miso soup.

She pushed the door open. The room was small and dense with shelves. Glass bottles of every size lined the walls, filled with liquids in shades of amber, deep green, pale grey, and colours that had no name she knew. Bundles of dried herbs hung from the low ceiling in rows, and a long wooden table in the centre of the room held tools and open notebooks covered in small, careful handwriting. In one corner, a low fire burned under a clay pot. The liquid inside it was moving in slow, heavy circles. Aurora stepped in carefully. She was drawn to the shelves — to the neat rows of bottles, to the small handwritten labels, to the drawings in the notebooks that showed plants and their parts broken dow

UNKNOWN POV DEAR DIARY, She grows beautiful each and every passing day. It was just yesterday she was a child, and now she has tits and curves in all the right places. I stare at her through this broken mirror, I see her every step, her every move… I feel pain when she’s happy, and I relish in the joy her sadness brings me. She is mine, Diary. Mineee! Oh, it won’t be long now…